Chairs for giants.The building sits around me. I, tired, sit despite it. In its hollow. There is wrought iron staircase with one sided railing going up to a…Mar 21, 2021Mar 21, 2021
A butterfly flutters it’s wings on my chest, it has weight of a thousand branches.Feb 7, 202150Feb 7, 202150
SequesteredLike a minor sovereign of a nested away kingdom, his mother locks up the door to the roof.Jul 25, 2020Jul 25, 2020
What is a better time to write? I ask myself.Not from a production point of view, productivity be damned. I am not a professional and therefore not productive. So the physiological…Jul 19, 2020Jul 19, 2020
Un-jailLike in that joke, whereas I see him behind iron bars, It is I who are imprisoned.Jul 15, 202071Jul 15, 202071
All roads lead to the seaThe problem with your own mode of transportation, a vehicle if you will, is that you can go wherever the bounds allow. I would drive into…Jul 10, 2020Jul 10, 2020
Short Note: I am all too hereOne step after another after another. It’s taking all my concentration to do basic tasks. I can only read a few lines at a time, only a…Sep 2, 2019Sep 2, 2019
SQUATTING AT THE DOORGinny had sat down outside his room. His flat. He called it his room; force of habit since his poorer days when he was still pursuing…Jan 25, 2019Jan 25, 2019
Why poem?Poem for thoughts which are disparate, loosely bound to each with thin threads spread long, just dangling together, barely forming meaning…Jan 10, 20195Jan 10, 20195
On Phantom readers and Fandom plus digressionsA dull day and an anxiety ridden me led to all that followsJan 6, 201951Jan 6, 201951
The vague shapes of humanityNotes from a few months back- about spasms and shapes that we takeJan 4, 2019Jan 4, 2019
Not seeI have not-look’ed so much That I forgot to look out For a possible sin Like leaves in thick forestJan 3, 2019Jan 3, 2019
Love while JobbingAnd all that is left is a brush Next to mine And waft of your sweat Under my blankets My bed shall remain unmade For a very long timeDec 30, 2018101Dec 30, 2018101
